Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suicide. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.